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I am an avid, and probably rabid, fan of ‘Moonlight’. It is such a great show. I love the way that it is so coming of age and not such a knock-off of ‘Buffy’ like so many other vampire shows. I cannot stand shows like that and that is why I was at first a little hesitant about watching ‘Moonlight’, but when I finally did give it a chance it was the chemistry between Mick and Beth that drew me to the show. They have such amazing chemistry and they are both so HOT!!!!!! Then, to add to the absolute perfection of this show is Josef. He is so hot and cute and hilarious.

It just kills me to think that CBS is going can such a promising show but keep a thousand and one knock-offs of ‘CSI’ and a show that has a nasty, trashy, trailer trash ho-bag on it that is too busy partying to take care of her kids. I do not what that show is thinking. I personally feel strongly that CBS should give ‘Moonlight’ a second chance. It is a fantastic show and I totally love it. I would really like to see where the entire relationship between Mick and Beth is going to go and how Mick and Josef handle the obstacles that are thrown in their direction to protect the vampire society. I just want a second season. Please CBS, please!!!!!!!!!!!

If CBS does not change it’s tune and still decides to cancel ‘Moonlight’ then I will never watch that channel ever again. I am not the only Moonlight fan that feels like that. CBS is complaining that Moonlight is not holding all the ratings that ‘Ghost Whisperer’ gets but the only reason I watch ‘Ghost Whisperer’, the ‘Medium’ knock-off, is to make sure that I will not miss a second of ‘Moonlight’. I don’t care what comes on before ‘Moonlight’ because I would definitely watch it just to make sure that I do not miss a second of ‘Moonlight.

PLEASE CBS, DO NOT CANCEL MOONLIGHT. GIVE IT A SECOND SEASON!!!!

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Just read on tvguide.com that the bubble show that Ausiello posted about the other day that may be getting cancelled is NOT 
Moonlight!  I am so happy!  The link is below if anyone is interested! 

http://www.tvguide.com/ask-ausiello/moonlight/080312-02

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Ok, what the fuck is wrong with people? I am in college doing the Early Childhood Education program so I can be a teacher to little people ages birth through five years old. Well, I’m not gonna lie, I am a very sheltered person, I mean for Heaven’s Sake, the most I have ever been exposed to are the Maybsies and the only thing you learn from them is how to pass a hangover off as the flu. Still not something you want your kids to learn but not as FUCKED up as today.

Ok, at college I have met some really ‘unique’ people. Well, one of them is a woman who is like 42 I think she said. Well, she is very strange. More so than anyone else I have met. She is an air head and she has a history with drugs and alcohol and all that shit. Well, Michelle (my aunt) is going to college with me too because she is a displaced worker and we have one class together since she is in the same program. Well, she thinks this woman, I’ll call her P, is pretty weird. Michelle has grown up around our family which pretty much consists of drugs and alcoholics so she knows what fucked up people act like and everything. She has said to me several times that she thinks P is using drugs or dinking. I have never been exposed to stuff like that. The most I have ever seen is my best friend have three glasses of Chardonnay or even the Maybsies get drunk but their husbands always immediately take them away. Don’t want the other drunk maybsies to gossip. Anyway, I just assumed that P was being herself. She really is weird.

Well, all of that changed today. My eight o’clock class was used to do some research on the project that’s due in there soon of course we were all running for the room to make sure that we got in there by nine for the next class. Well, P was out the other day and we didn’t have class Monday, and since I don’t have Tuesday or Thursday classes I didn’t know if she had been there. Well, when I am leaving the bathroom to go get a drink down stairs she is coming in. She looks paler than usual and doesn’t seem to be as hyper as she is some mornings. Well, I hold the door for her and her massive book bag on wheels and then I go on. When I come back Ms. E, a sweet, older lady in our class, not the teacher, is talking to P. Well, P says she is going to talk to Ms. M, one of the EDU teacher and the teacher of the class that will be starting in a few minutes. Ms. M is very nice and doesn’t speak her mind quite as frequently as our other EDU teacher, Mrs. G does. Well, P begins walking down the hall to Ms. M’s office and she begins to sway. I wrap my arm around her and tell her to lean on me. She does and then we take like three more steps and she pretty much passes out. Ms. E then gets on the other side of her and we practically carry her down the hall. She is like semi-conscious and all she is saying is like, “I wanna talk to Ms. M!” and she’s slurring her words terribly. Well, Mrs. G’s office is right beside Ms. M’s and Ms. M isn’t there yet and tell P that. She says she doesn’t want Mrs. G, she’ll just go sit down at the end of the hall. Well fuck that, she is totally fucked up so when Ms. E and I get P to Mrs. G’s door I look in at Mrs. G and she is on the computer. I ask her if we can bring P in and let her sit down. Mrs. G immediately says yeah and brings a chair from in front of her desk to the door where we are propping P up. We sit P down and Ms. E, who is an RN, begins to take P’s pulse. Mrs. G is calling her higher ups because whenever a student gets sick, even if it is just a stomach bug, they have to call it in and the student has to be checked out. Well, Ms. E was too busy with P to realize what Mrs. G was saying but I was listening. She turned around so we could not hear but I heard her tell the person on the phone that she thought P was impaired. After Mrs. G gets off the phone she starts asking P if she is all right. P doesn’t answer Mrs. G at first because she doesn’t have Mrs. G for any classes and she doesn’t like Mrs. G. Well, finally she starts slurringly answering Mrs. G’s questions. Mrs. G looks at Ms. E and I and mouths, “She stoned!” Ms. E nods, both of them just pretty much confirmed my suspicions. Mrs. G has been a teacher for a while and she has definitely seen way more than her fair share of drug addicts and drunks and any other catastrophe along those lines. Well, P has mentioned to me several times that she has a long and sorted past with drugs and alcohol. So I lean over and tell Mrs. G that. Mrs. G nods, obviously not surprised by that bit of info. Well, we are standing there, attempting to take care of P and Ms. M comes in. She is surprised but not as much so as I expected her to be. Then again, I guess she was prepared for it since the head of the department along with two or three from campus police, two of the officers from the police training, and the paramedics are making their way up the stairs as she is. So yeah. Well, Ms. M tells Ms. E and I to go onto class and tell the class that she’ll be there in a few minutes. So we do.

Well, about ten minutes later, after explaining to everyone what is going on, sorry, I’m a gossip and can’t help it but also they were asking questions. One girl even thought I said that Mrs. G was high. I have no idea where the fuck that came from. Anyway, another girl in the class, who is five times nosier than I am, and I noticed that P had left her book bag and purse so we decide to take it to the offices so if she has to leave she’ll have it with her. Well, when we get to the door there is a stretcher and Ms. M and Mrs. G meets us half way and takes the things, thanks us, and asks us to go back to class. Well, we do.

Well, by the end of that class, it’s only fifty minutes, we have another break in classes because Mrs. G wanted to give us sometime to work on a project in there. Well, that’s fine. I need to ask her a question though about an assignment so I go to her office. She is grading papers and P is now in Ms. M’s office. Well, I talk with Mrs. G about the assignment and then I tell her something I had been debating about whether or not to tell her or Ms. M. A few days ago P had came into class and she sits just in front of me and when she was talking I thought I smelled alcohol on her breath. Well, Mrs. G doesn’t have a tolerance for people who do stuff like this and she has been ranting about it, and about how today had been a total waste because P decided to show up at school stoned out of her mind. I completely agree with Mrs. G but when I told Mrs. G about the alcohol she told me I should tell Ms. M since that is her class that I had smelled the alcohol on P’s breathe. I tell her I will.

I go over to Ms. M’s office and motion for her to follow me into the hall and she does and I tell her about that day where I thought I smelled alcohol on P’s breathe. She told me the next time it happens to slip her a note and she will take care of it. I nod and say I will and I begin to go back to the classroom when P comes out of the room and is talking to me. She is still wobbly on her feet and her speech is seriously slurred. She says that it was just where she took her meds on an empty stomach and where she is so tired. Well, I don’t say anything to her about and just go along with what she is saying.

About twenty minutes later Ms. M asks another girl and I if we can help P out ot her car, she wants to go home. So we do. The woman gets behind the wheel of the car after she has already driven like this from Baptist Hospital in Winston-Salem to Dobson. That is like a forty-five minutes to an hour drive depending on traffic. So she is now going to drive home to Mount Airy from Dobson and that is like twenty or thirty minutes.

Ok, sorry for the long rant, but this was just SO fucked up. The worst part out of it all is that P has a daughter that is thirteen. I feel sorry for the kid. She’s had a fucked up enough life because her Dad was an alcoholic that beat the shit out of her Mom and probably her too. I don’t know, I just really thought this bull shit would end with high school. Guess not!

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Walk With Me

NOTE: This takes place about a month in the future.

My doctor had warned me nearly every time that I went to see her that my odd hours might interfere with the effectiveness of the pill. I of course never paid much attention to what she said, I knew plenty of women who were worse than I was about taking the pill at the same time everyday and they were fine. Just a couple of months ago my friend Jill had told me how she misplaced hers and had missed tow days, and she’s perfectly fine. Then again I’ve sort of always been a rebel, just ask my mother.

“Oh God!” I can’t stop myself from groaning. My mother, the last person I would want to tell if this was happening. Allison Turner would definitely freak if I, her only child, turned out to be single and….. I can’t even bring myself to think the word.

“Okay, calm down!” I tell myself as I stand in the bathroom, looking down at the small plastic stick in my hand. “Ok, I’ can do this, I’ve done it before!” I cringe as I remember the first time I took a pregnancy test. That pregnancy scare in my junior year of high school had been horrible. Thankfully that test had turned out to be negative and all the worrying had been for nothing. Oh Dear God, please let this time be nothing too. Too much has already happened this year and it is only February. Soon it will be a month since Josh died, it’s hard to believe it’s already been a month.

As my eyes begin to blur with tears I shake my head. I can NOT cry right now. I have got to do this test, I’ve put it off to long already. I quickly do what must be done, surprised by how hard it is to pee on a plastic stick. The one in high school wasn’t much easier but at least then I had a little cup to pee in to. Those tests are harder to find now and this one has the digital read out so I don’t have to decipher what the blue or pink line means.

I place the test on the back of the toilet and wash my hands. The warm water feels good against my cold hands. Mick has told me several times that he can tell when I’m nervous because my hands get cold, kind of the opposite of everyone else. Oh crap, Mick! I completely forgot that I’m supposed to meet him at Josef’s. Evidently Josef has found a link between the case Mick is working on and the one I am working on. I can’t imagine what it could possibly be though, Mick and I spent hours pouring over all the notes we had on both cases and neither seemed to have anything in common. Oh well, maybe we just needed a fresh pair of eyes.

Quickly drying my hands I glance at my watch and I’m surprised to see that it is already 7:53. I’m supposed to meet Mick at eight, I guess they’ll wait for me. At the moment though I have something else I need to concentrate on. The three minutes of waiting for the test be complete has passed faster than I had anticipated. I let go of the fluffy white towel and slowly walk over to where the stick lies. Maybe if I give it a few seconds longer it won’t say what I already know it says. Standing over the stick, the read out blocked from my sight but a piece of toilet paper I put over it, I can feel my heart beat quicken and my blood surge faster through my veins. I reach out and carefully pull the test out from under the piece of tissues, my shaky hands nearly dropping the test in the toilet. Before the one word that determines my future comes into view I close my eyes, too frightened to look. I stand there for a moment longer, arguing with myself, trying desperately to convince myself that no matter what it says I’ll be all right. I’m Beth Turner, Buzzwire’s only crime reporter, a female crime reporter at that. I survived being kidnapped by a lunatic when I was four, and I’ve survived many things since then. For goodness’s sake, I’m friends with a vampire. If that right there doesn’t show me that I can handle pretty much anything, than I don’t know what would. Of course, this is different. This, this tiny, one word will tell me if I am in fact free and having nothing to worry about other than my job and getting my life back to normal, what ever normal is, or if I am in fact carrying my dead boyfriend’s baby.

I can’t take it any longer, I have to know what the test says. I quickly open my eyes and in front of me there is the one word that has determined my future. The results surprise me but I now know which direction my life is headed.

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